Page 91 of Brat Baby
I lean forward and brace my elbows on my knees. “But you feel it, too, right? She’s it. She is who we have been looking for. Losing NU isn’t the end of the world if we can keep her.”
Hudson nods and starts to reply but is interrupted by a knock at the office door.
My stomach surges up into my chest and back into its correct location as I spy Emmy in the doorway, looking absolutely mouthwatering. Her cheeks are flushed and her pupils are blown. And she is leaning heavily on the doorframe.
What the fuck?
I turn to Hudson, expecting him to be as confused about her state of arousal as I am, but nope. There is a knowing look on his features, and I have to wonder if he kept the toy on longer than just during Derek’s class. Did he tease our poor girl throughout his class as well?
She leans against the door and stares at Hudson, an imploring look on her face. “Please, turn it off. Or up. Something. I can’t—” Her breath hitches and her eyes close. Clearly whatever setting he has it on is really getting to her.
Hudson leans back in his chair, reclining. “Come here, kitten. Close and lock the door behind you.”
I cock an eyebrow. Kitten, is it? He really has come over to the dark side.
Emmy moves slowly, taking a few steps forward and turning to close the door, where she pauses again, forehead pressed into the gray-painted wood, as she fumbles with the lock until there is an audible click. My lips twitch. How long has he had the vibrator on for?
Eventually she straightens and makes her way over to Hudson, going around to his side of the desk. She twitches a little, one hand clenching as she stands before him while he appraises her.
Standing, he helps her take her backpack off, slipping one arm out of the strap, then the other. “You know, you could have easily avoided this predicament by taking the toy out. Kept up this little brat baby thing you’ve got going on and defied my order.”
Emmy barely moves. Her eyes are glassy, and I’m not even sure she is seeing the office. It’s more like she is floating on another plane of existence.
“But you, kitten, are my good girl. You left it in for me and let me play with my toy while you were surrounded by students. My perfect girl, reduced to a hot, sweaty, needy mess who is going to have to do extra studying to catch up on all the notes she missed today.” Hudson says all of this in a steady voice, like he’s explaining how something simple, like a door, works.
With his hands on her shoulders, he maneuvers her so that her back is to me and her ass is pressed against the desk.
“Up,” he orders and pats the desk next to her ass.
Emmy follows his direction and pulls herself up onto the desk. The moan she lets out heats my blood and starts sending it south. What has this asshole got planned?
Hudson kneels, and all I can see is his blond hair. Her pink skirt shifts, bulging at her hips. “Lift up.”
Emmy braces herself and lifts her hips, then the skirt flattens out and Hudson stands, her panties in his hand, the fabric quickly disappearing into his pocket. He takes a seat again and rolls his chair until he is directly in front of her.
“Now, I’m going to watch what that toy does to my little kitten. Feet up.” He guides her feet to the armrests of his chair, then gathers her skirt, eyes focused completely on her pussy.
Fuck. Me.
My cock is now rock fucking hard, and I have to adjust myself so that it goes down my pant leg, rather than being bunched up uncomfortably in my briefs. Just the pressure of my own fingers has zings of pleasure running down into my balls.
Emmy leans back on her elbows, and her head drops back as Hudson pulls out his phone and adjusts the settings. She moans, deep and loud, as the vibrations increase, and holy hell, it is a sight.
Hudson glances up at me. “Mind helping me keep her quiet? I’m not interested in getting fired today.”
I snort a laugh. “Probably shouldn’t have decided to play her little game, then.”
He shrugs, a tender look coming over his face as he assesses the girl splayed out in front of him. “I can’t resist her. And yes, you were right before. I feel it.”
Standing, I approach his side of his desk, unbuckling my belt and pants, working my cock out so that it juts out and up. Shrugging out of my blazer, I roll it into a ball and place it below her shoulder blades before I lean forward and capture her lips in an upside-down kiss.
Emmy opens her mouth for me, our tongues moving together as another moan erupts from her. Breaking the kiss, I support the back of her head. “Lie down, princess, I’ve got you.”
She lowers herself until my blazer forces her back to arch, making her neck lengthen until her head touches the desk. Withher thighs still open and her skirt shoved up, the only thing that would make this better is if her breasts were on display. I make quick work of the knot in her shirt and pull her bra down until her nipples can be seen. Perfect.
I make eye contact with Hudson as I reach for my cock, his thumb hovering over his phone. Lining up the head with Emmy’s open mouth, I nod at him, and as I spread those lips wide, he changes the setting to something more intense.
Her entire body bows upward as she tries to moan again, but unfortunately for her, my cock has already made it to the back of her throat, and those delicious vibrations feel fucking amazing on the head of my cock.
